On Following

Sometimes He leads us out of the fire, unburned;

Sometimes through the desert for 40 desperate years.

Sometimes He leads us into the belly of a whale;

Sometimes beside still waters.

Sometimes He leads with a still, small voice;

Sometimes with a voice like thunder.

Sometimes He leads us out of the war, victorious;

Sometimes into battle, not knowing the end.

Sometimes He leads me when my cup is full;

Sometimes when it is empty.

Sometimes He leads me into miracles and joy;

Sometimes through grief and fog.

But always He leads, and always I’ll follow;

His trustworthy hand steady and sure through it all.

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